“So that day, in the music assembly, the teacher asked who knew the valley song. Your hand shot right up in the air. She stood you up on a stool and had you sing it for us. And I swear, every bird outside the windows fell silent,” Peeta says.
“Oh, please,” I say laughing.
“No, it happened. And right when the song ended, I knew, — just like your mother — I was a goner,” Peeta says.